User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110808202956/@comment-3135907-20110808203610

Krind leaps angrily at Fengir, who merely sidesteps and lets the raven skid forward on his beak. He deals him a hefty clout then turns back to Scranid. "I think we should send him to 'is shuffling stutterbeaked buffoon master now."
 * "Aye," agrees the fox, then motions to several rats, who pull back bowstrings and let loose a horde of arrows. Krind stumbles on his talons and collapses slain. Then some of the crew pull back a young sapling and put the raven's body in it. They release their hold and it catapults the raggedy corpse into the woods. Shocked blackbirds flutter out of the way. The six raven friends of Krind's start to back up, then they take flight, only to be shot down by arrows and catapulted into the woods. Strongwing is still reeling in shock and brother's unceremonious death. He stumbles onto his claws and caws some terrible curses at the vermin. "Let us slay them now, Lord Wroc. Before they slay us all! We still have the advantage of wings and more numerous forces."